Chapter 1259: Slumbering Grounds

In a battlefield near the capital, Lenburg.

The balls of compressed scarlet fireballs flew past the corpses,

weapons, blood, and smoke, under the guidance of a flaming spear. They

landed in the areas that were built with simple construction work,

creating a series of explosions.

As he watched the smoke rise and the flames spread, Anderson flung the

dust in his hands and turned to the deputy beside him with a smile.

"I wonder how much longer this will last... Any last words? I can help

you write a will."

As he had wished, he saw the angry looks of the "militia" around him.

Their thoughts were uniform.

However, the "militia" didn't attack. The glint in their eyes slowly

settled as they cast their gaze in another direction.

"You actually didn't respond to my provocation." Anderson pricked up his

brows. "This means that you're planning something."

Without waiting for the deputy and the "militia" to respond, the Hunter

smiled and continued, "Y'all are planning on surrendering, right? Are

you trying to protect your family and friends?"

Seeing gazes sweep over, Anderson tsked and shook his head.

"You haven't become Beyonders for long. It's only through the war that

you obtained the main potion ingredients from the enemy. Only then did

you become Hunters, Provokers, and Pyromaniacs. However, when it comes

to plotting conspiracies, y'all are still too inexperienced.

"I'm very curious. Why don't you try to convince me to surrender

together? I don't think I project the image of being very firm usually.

Besides, I'm not a believer of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom."

Having said that, Anderson looked thoughtfully at his deputy.

"Is it because the enemy's brass is totally furious at me? They gave the

order not to accept my surrender?"

The deputy remained silent for a few seconds before saying, "Since you

already know, why are you asking?"

With a swoosh, the nearby militia raised their right hands and aimed

their palms at Anderson, appearing to have come to a collective

understanding.

"If I don't ask, how can I be sure what everyone's thinking?" Anderson

said with a smile without panicking.

He rubbed his stomach with his left hand and placed his right hand into

his pocket. It was unknown what he was looking for.

At that moment, the sun in the sky suddenly expanded and became

extremely huge. The blazing golden sun made Anderson and company unable

to open their eyes. They found it difficult to think any further.

Immediately following that, an illusory tower appeared. Every level was

made up of thick books. Each book had a brass eye on it. The higher one

looked, the darker it became. It was filled with the aura of insanity,

destruction, inauspiciousness, and disaster.

The tower extended into the sky, as though it had encompassed the entire

world within itself, including the gigantic sun.

Backlund, within the Odora family's luxurious villa.

All the Sanguine in the city had gathered here to prepare for the

impending outcome of the war.

Emlyn White, who had become an Earl, had his hands in his pockets. He

stood by the window, bathed in the mixed light of dusk and night as he

watched members of his fellow race discuss the current affairs uneasily.

Suddenly, his spiritual perception was triggered as he cast his gaze out

the window.

In the garden, a bunch of withered grass was dyed green once again. They

rapidly grew and soon, they reached the height of a person.

In other places in the city, some of the streetside trees that had not

been affected by the previous bombardment were wildly absorbing

nutrients from unknown sources. One by one, they rose up and soon grew

to tens of meters tall. The branches were thick and the leaves were like

umbrellas.

These towering trees were connected to one another, covering half of the

sky in Backlund.

Many buildings were crushed, or they were entangled by the branches and

vines. It was as if they had been abandoned for more than a century.

In just seven or eight seconds, many places in Backlund had become a

primeval forest.

After passing through the open door and entering the dark interior of

the Giant King's residence, Klein immediately observed the Silver Knight

marionette in front of him, the Staff of the Stars in his right hand and

Creeping Hunger on his left hand.

They didn't show any abnormalities for the time being. The corresponding

Spirit Body Threads didn't show any signs of degeneration.

After confirming the situation in this area, Klein cast his gaze around

and observed his surroundings.

The place was enveloped by thick corporeal darkness. They couldn't see

further than five meters away. The ground was paved with grayish-white

bricks that looked like they were pieces of a frozen sunset. They didn't

reveal anything extraordinary.

After some thought, the corners of Klein's mouth curled up. He reached

into the void, grabbed, and attempted to summon an angel.

In the next second, he laughed out loud because he had lost a clear

connection with the fog of history.

This was the reason why the Historical Void projection he had summoned

to enter had lost contact after entering this region.

Laughing, Klein suddenly turned around and walked back to the area from

which he had entered.

"Mr. Wor---Sparrow, what do you want to do?" Derrick, who was also

scrutinizing the various restrictions on him, asked in surprise.

Klein replied with a beaming smile, "Now is not the right time to

explore this place. I plan to come in again later."

"Are you planning on summoning a Sequence 4 historical projection and

try to see if it will degenerate and betray you after you bring it in?"

Colin Iliad said after some thought.

Klein spread his left palm and said, "No one set the rule that we can't

go out once we enter, or not being able to enter after leaving."

Although in such a situation, Mr. World's words sounded a little

strange, Derrick still felt that it made sense. This was because the

City of Silver had done the same thing when exploring the surrounding

areas. Through repeated acts of "entering" and "exiting," they gradually

accumulated intelligence and details to finally resolve whatever

problems they faced.

Lovia didn't say a word or object. From her point of view, it was

undoubtedly a good thing that she could make more preparations.

In an exploration that determined the fate of the City of Silver, they

definitely couldn't be rash.

After taking a few steps back, Klein suddenly stopped and laughed out

loud.

"It looks like the owner doesn't want us to leave."

The faint light at the door had already been devoured by the deep

darkness and disappeared.

Colin Iliad surveyed his surroundings and said, "We can only proceed

forward."

Seeing the Chief and Mr. World turn around at the same time, Derrick

took a deep breath and raised his left hand, letting it emit a golden

glow that illuminated the surrounding darkness.

This revealed thick columns with indiscernible tops. Some of them had

their silhouettes outlined, while others were hidden deep in the depths,

barely visible.

Derrick retracted his gaze, preparing to head forward with Mr. World and

Chief.

At that moment, he failed to see another familiar figure from the corner

of his eye.

Derrick's pupils dilated suddenly. Then, he quickly turned his head to

look for Elder Lovia, who had been standing beside him moments ago.

This demigod who believed in the True Creator had disappeared! She had

disappeared without a trace!

Derrick's abnormality was noticed by both Klein and Colin Iliad. At the

same time, they cast their gazes at the spot and saw that the

black-robed Lovia had disappeared without a trace, as though she had

evaporated into thin air.

With the spiritual intuition of a Seer and the reconnoiter abilities of

a Demon Hunter, they failed to realize when Lovia had gone missing, or

how she vanished.

The curl on the corners of Klein's lips grew even wider. Without any

hesitation, his mind raced and allowed his Spirit Body to enter the

world above the gray fog, combining with the dark red illusion of The

Fool.

Right on the heels of that, he cast his gaze towards the crimson star

that symbolized The Sun. He hoped to find clues through his "true

vision."

However, everything was still obscured by the darkness. Nothing was

revealed, just like how Klein predicted before entering the Giant King's

palace.

Without any time to think further, Klein immediately returned to the

real world.

In the span of three or two seconds, there was only Derrick and the

Silver Knight marionette by his side.

The City of Silver Chief, who was wearing silver armor, had disappeared!

"What just happened?" Klein asked with a warm smile.

Derrick looked at him in shock, confusion, and panic.

"Didn't you see it?"

The moment he finished speaking, the shadow under Derrick suddenly came

alive. It rapidly extended upwards and enveloped him and the sunlight he

emitted.

After the shadow completely covered Derrick, it fused with the

surrounding darkness, no longer separable.

Klein had originally raised his black staff to prevent an anomaly from

happening, but in the end, he didn't do anything. All he did was watch

with a smile.

After a few seconds, he noticed that his body had turned black and dull,

as though he was being melted by the environment.

Similarly, Klein didn't try to save himself. The corners of his mouth

curled up as he watched with a slightly shaking head.

After his figure completely disappeared, his vision changed.

The darkness was gone. The grayish-white stone bricks, the surrounding

walls, and the huge pillars appeared clearly. They were covered in a

layer of faint shadows.

Outside the window, there was no sun, no moon, and no stars. However, a

faint light shone through the window, making the entire palace appear

sinister, dark, and cold.

In the deepest part of the palace stood a very faint shadow, resembling

curtains.

Lovia, Colin Iliad, and Derrick stood at a distance not far away from

him. They carefully observed their surroundings as though they had come

to another world.

"Unfortunately, my marionette can't enter." Klein waved the Staff of the

Stars in his hand and smiled at Derrick and company.

His indifferent attitude and the Chief's calm and composed manner made

Derrick quickly calm down. He no longer allowed his fear and panic to

grip him.

Colin Iliad nodded slightly. Just as he was about to share his

speculations, he suddenly felt something and turned to look at the

deepest part of the palace.

Klein, Derrick, and Lovia did similar actions.

In the deepest depths of the palace, that faint shadow dissipated,

revealing a flight of steps meant for giants and an iron-black throne at

the top of it.

Sitting on a throne was a man with black, slightly-curly hair that

reached his shoulders. His eyes were covered in shadows, and his actual

appearance was extremely blurry, preventing others from seeing him

clearly. Layers and layers of black wings fell down from behind him,

covering most of his body. The robe was black with silver threads

embroidering it. They formed complicated patterns and had gorgeous

accessories hanging on it.

At that moment, the man had his left elbow on the armrest, holding up

one side of his face with his palm as though he was in a deep sleep.